It wasn’t black when she closed her eyes, at least not today. Bethany was red. She stayed up late and drowsiness overtook her body, but not her mind. She was repeating the fairy tales as she yearned for love.
Rapunzel was saved and Cinderella was found. She always skipped “The Little Mermaid,” but hung on to what could’ve been, and what could be.
A burning passion.
That was it, wasn’t it?
The feeling of red. Bethany's heart played music in her chest, but her mind was not controlled. Like a fire, it consumed her. One thing was constant, while in her books and at school. The word, or rather, the name singing over and over in her mind. Leo.
He was blue. Waves of calm and depths of unknown phenomenons. He inhaled curiosity and exhaled paradise. Constant like the mountains, and loyal to the sea. Leo kept his head high like he was meant to be a king, but kept his eyes on things that mattered.
Water brushed against fire, and Bethany cooled to a shade of pink. A more controlled type of passion. She slept well that night, dreaming of tropical islands. Little did she know, Leodid, too.
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